The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband Chapter 281

Chapter 281 Shut up. Give me some peace, okay?
The company’s senior executives stood to the side reverently watching Elvis leave. Seeing Olive suddenly rush over and run to the luxury business car, they quickly stopped her: “Miss, stop!” Girls these days are really outrageous, openly throwing themselves at their president.
But they couldn’t stop Olive. She ran over.
Olive ran to the side of the luxury business car, her bright eyes fell on the window of the car. The windows didn’t slide down, the car’s expensive black glass prevented her from seeing inside. She reached out her small hand and pounded on the car window, “President Augustine, can you give a few minutes? I have something to tell you.”
Peterson sat in the driver’s seat and glanced at his master through the rearview mirror. When the girl appeared, the master looked over.
Peterson was a little excited inside, wanting to call Ray to say, “Hey, Ray, look, something’s up.”
Elvis pursed his lips, watching the girl who suddenly came from the window to the front. She stopped his car!
What did she stop his car for?
Wasn’t she with basketball captain Jimmy?
“Miss, please leave immediately. Our President isn’t someone you would like to meet if you want. Please make an appointment in advance and wait for the announcement.” A senior executive walked over and said, intending to grab Olive’s slender arm.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a cold gaze staring at his hand, as if he wanted to cut a hole in his hand.
The executive hand froze. The rear window slowly slid down, and Elvis’ handsome face came into view.
Elvis’s narrow, deep eyes gently scanned the cold hand of the senior executive, then said in a low voice, “Back off.”
The sweat on the senior executive’s head quickly fell.
Elvis’ gaze fell on Olive’s pretty face. He coldly and noble said: “Aren’t you watching the basketball inside? Why do you want to see me?”
“President Augustine, there’s something I need your help with.” Olive said.
Get him to help?
Elvis’s elegant long legs stacked on top of each other, his thin lips drawing an arc. He seems to be in a very good mood.
“Tell me about it.” He said.
“Just now during the pause, Captain Jimmy of Watson was hit, now I need to check the camera to find out who the culprit is. Mr. Augustine, can you let me check the camera?”
Elvis’s good mood disappeared, his deep eyes suddenly narrowed, turning cold, “Are you looking for me only because of Jimmy?”
“Mr. Augustine, captain Jimmy was really hit, broke his right arm, couldn’t make it to the second half
Chapter 281 Shut up. Give me seine pesor, okay?
of the basketball match, I need
Elvis didn’t want to hear her say another word. He thought she stopped his car to ask him for help, but she did it for that boy!
“Go!” He spat out a word.
Peterson was still watching a good play, when suddenly received an order, he could only step on the accelerator and start the car.
Was he going to go?
“President Augustine! Elvis Augustine!”
Olive called, ran after the luxury car for a few steps, but she sprained her leg and fell to the ground.
This was the second time she chased his car and fell to the ground. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, her sockets were red.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of brakes. Olive looked up, only to see the luxury Rolls Royce in front of her had stopped.
She thought he was gone.
But, he stopped!
Olive’s bright eyes quickly overflowed with a pleasant smile, she struggled to get up and went to his luxury business car.
Through the rearview mirror, Elvis saw the girl chasing the car down. His heart tightened, and he quickly stopped Peterson.
Peterson urgently stepped on the brake, then heard the unhappy voice of the young master reprimanding: “Why are you driving so fast? Want to fly a rocket?”
Peterson wanted to scream that he was wrong. He only drove on the orders of the young master and his speed was very slow.
Peterson felt that after returning, he must complain to Ray, that today the young master felt sorry for the girl who fell, and even took his anger out on him!
Olive came over. Elvis reached out to open the back door, his big hand with strong knuckles stretched out and grabbed her slender wrist, pulling her directly in.
“Ah!”
Olive let out a low groan, her slender body unintentionally falling into it. At this time, the man’s strong arms reached out, wrapped around her small waist, and directly hugged her on his strong thighs.
This series of actions was fluid, heady yet powerful. This was really his usual domineering style.
Olive was still amazed, at this point Elvis took her hand, pushed her slender fingers open and looked at her small palm.
Her soft white palms weren’t scratched, and she fell to the ground without being injured, but her small palms were now a little dusty.
Elvis frowned, threw the folded square towel in his vest pocket, with a look of disgust on his face, saying: “Wipe your hands, it’s dirty. Don’t rub me.”
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Chapter 281. Shut up like me same pesce, okay?
Olive quickly took the towel, her palm was indeed a little dirty. She knew this man was a clean freak.
President Augustine.” Olive said, looking at him, feeling a little uneasy, “It’s not convenient to sit like this. I’ll go down first.”
She was still sitting on his lap. Today, she was wearing a pleated skirt, so the two of them sitting just a thin layer of cloth apart were a bit shady.
Elvis felt her twist in his arms. She sat very stiffly, kneeling beside him, pinching his waist slightly.
Large hands wrapped around her soft waist, squeezing forcefully. Elvis warned her in a low voice: “Shut up. Give me some peace, okay?”
Olive was pinched by him a little painfully, exclaiming, “Then let me go first…”
“Are you embarrassed?” His deep voice was a little h oar se.
Olive is also someone who has experienced love affairs. She didnt know what he meant anyway, her fair skin was slightly pink. She softly retorted: “I’m not twisting…”
“You didn’t twist? Aren’t you the one who twisted your as s for me to see on stage?”
Olive didn’t twist it for him to see alone, but that’s what she did in her dance moves. Then it just happened to be the scene where she twists her butt.
What did he want to do?
Those words came out of his mouth in a mature and shady tone, truly… indescribably erotic.
Olive grabbed the hem of his expensive vest with small hands, quickly pulled the small piece out of the folds, “There’s someone in front, can you talk… more civilized?”
Peterson suddenly gestured, it was okay, he didn’t know anything. The guy who just said that her butt-twisting was definitely not his abstinent young master. Absolutely not!
Elvis reached out and raised the middle partition, isolating the world in front of him.
Olive returned to the main topic, “Mr. Augustine, would you be willing to help me this time if you stopped the car?”